The Grey Hills

Wide stretch the grey hills beyond our ken
Where roam the sad, haunted shadows of men
Why do they roam 'neath the laden sky
Heedless of doom, for they are doomed to die

Searching in vain, yet unceasing they seek
Ever they look their chances are bleak
Ever they climb the grey hills, then descend
Down hopeless trails which wind and wend

'Mid the grey hills
'Neath laden sky
Wander the weary men
Searching for dreams long flown
Dreams best left forgotten

Once they were told of a pool hidden well
'Mid the grey hills by a powerful spell
This is the lure, ever drawing the mon
There, they are told, all their dreams have gone

If they could find the insatiate well
Plead with the spirit which in it doth dwell
Then might their dreams come rushing back home
No more 'mid sorrowful hills would they roam

'Mid the grey hills
'Neath laden sky
Wander the sons of men
Searching for dreams long flown
Years have they squandered in search of their visions
Dreams best left forgotten

What feeds the pool wherein their dreams were drowned
The tears of children who in sorrow found
The world was broken and by one, betrayed
Their faith in dreams was doomed to fade

And so, to and fro
They roam in seach of this
Though knowing they seek it in vain

Doomed are the sons of men
Searching for dreams long flown
Doomed are the sons of men
Who search for dreams of their youth
Years have they squandered in search of their visions
Dreams best left forgotten

Better to dream
Dreams that have yet to be dreamed